1821.] 



respect. One cypress then amidst fair plants 

 of jasmiue remained ; and ouelioii* amidst 

 a herd of antelopes. Soou by tlie Houris 

 was a feast celestial decked. The harp's 

 soft notes to heaven ascended, and from the 

 flagg-on flowed the ruby wave ; the lute's 

 sweet tones, angels from heaven attracted. 

 The organ and the dulcimer with gentle 

 notes a soothing charm diffused. Such 

 weie the sounds which from the instru- 

 ments they drew, that sighs from Venus 

 and from the moon arose. Cup-bearers 

 with graceful air and winniug glances 

 crowned the bowls. The fiask with head 

 inverted laughed, till from his bosom sprang 

 the sanguine stream. On every side roses 

 and rose-buds gently smiled ; but though 

 fullmany a lovely maid the banquet graced, 

 the King, his heart attached to her alone 

 who came from Chin, and by his side that 

 idol stil! he kept 5 and every time the cir- 

 cling goblet passed, she gave him from her 

 hand the wine, and comfits from her lips. 

 Sometimes into her lap he roses shed, and 

 sometimes pressed her hand. VVhen the 

 desire of lovers had been by wine increased, 

 and restraint was yielding to its power, so 

 much the maid its influence owned, that 

 s'lame no longer could his sway exert. 

 The passion of her heart destroyed the 

 bonds of modesty, and boldness snatched 

 the reins. \Vith such fascination then the 

 harp >-he touched, that dceres and peris 

 would have been encliaiited ; and with that 

 art and grace which beauty knows to use, 

 she thus to charm her lover's soul began to 

 sing : ' Fresh be the face of that musk- 

 breathing rose ! the fragrance of which 

 o'er all the world delight diffuses. From 

 its bright hues be love excited ! and from 

 its perfume be gladdened every heart ! 

 Wheu blooms the rose, sweet is the garden ; 

 but not without the company of those we 

 love. Without the converse of the object 

 loved, the fairest mead a dungeon seems. 

 Bdt why should he who holds me in his 

 snare the cypress tall desire ? Do I but 

 move, with such a grace no cypress waves, 

 and food and sleep each youth forsakes. 

 On hermits did I cast a single glance, zeal 

 and devotion both would be forgot. The 

 juggler who would wish to set the world 

 in flames, must k-arn the art from me. 

 Without the goblet 1 the world inebriate ; 

 and when the cup 1 quaff, destruction fol- 

 lows. When to the wine my lip gives 

 zest, sweeter than sugar iheu becomes the 

 draught. Wheu on my cheekf the ringlet 

 lies, emotion swells t'.ie coldest breast, but 

 when these tresses were dishevelled, they 

 to rapture wake each slumbering passion, 

 To the garden should I my form display, 



• The Ktrenf;tl] and pcivver ot KaM(<*iii lnonaM•ll^ 

 are Jeri^naU-^ by giving lliein the U|ipcllatiun of lion, 

 1 hrnoferon, elephant ; liny aim) nay ihe arm of the 

 miKbty it \un%, indicative of iUt eni-uiiipnssinp; every 

 (hiiije,. 



1 When ffuslieil with wine. 



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blood, not rain, the vernal clouds would 

 shower. The face of every idol disappears 

 when I approach, and to the idol's temple 

 I am the only key. A word, a smile from 

 me delights, and every kiss a brighter life 

 inspires. When wanton thus, the harp I 

 touch, even rocks the notes would melt ; 

 and w hen 1 bid the goblet circle, in its ruby 

 stream, the virtuous and the grave I bathe; 

 nor would the mau to whom 1 have taught 

 the joys of wine e'er wish from ils delight- 

 ful trance to wake. If thou be wise, then 

 quaff the bowl, and sunk iu pleasure bid to 

 care farewell. No joys to-morrow brings ; 

 too late will then repentance be ; what does 

 this world contain but labour, and grief, 

 and hopes delusive ? Then thy soul en- 

 liven w ith the cup of pleasure : for in this 

 world of sorrow, man has need of wine. 

 Bring the cup, O bearer, that ti-casury of 

 bliss, which every anxious thought dispels; 

 and minstrel bring the harp, and with its 

 notes the soul attune to joy.'" 



This is a fair specimen of oriental 

 courtship, somewhat ditfereut from 

 what is practised in the West. The 

 manners and customs of the orientals 

 are here delineated ; tlie diction, it must 

 he allowed, is rendered sometimes ob- 

 scure by redundancy of ornament, and 

 abstruseuess of metaphors and other 

 figures. 



For the Monthly Magazine. 

 EXCURSION through nokth wales, 

 in 1819. 

 CContimiedfrom No. 3.53, p. SU.J 

 rg'^HE distance from Cann Office to 

 ^ the little village of Mallwyd, (pro- 

 nounced Mathluid, and the next stage 

 on tlie Dolgelley-road.) is about twelve 

 miles, ami in rather more tlian three 

 hours w^e found ourselves at the Inn* 

 door of the latter, where we had ar- 

 ranged to dine, and rest ourselves, pre- 

 vi<msly to walking to Dolgelley, twelve 

 miles further on. Wliiie our dinner 

 was preparing we strolled out, first in- 

 to the church yard, secondly to Mall- 

 wyd Bridge, having been recommended 

 to the latter by a Avorthy Welsh friend 

 of our's, Cadwallader Griffiths, a so- 



* The sign of the Inn at Mallwyd is the 

 Cross Foxes, so is that of the one at Llauer- 

 fil, and nearly every pot-house in Mont- 

 gomeryshire displays the representation 

 of a brace of prancing Reynards. Wc were 

 struck with the prevalence of this not very 

 connnon sign — and, enquiring the reason, 

 were informed that it is one of the crests of 

 Sir W. W. Wynn, — a magistrate of almost 

 unbounded influence in these parts, and 

 not quite unknown in a moi-c polished and 

 dissipated region. 



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